The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 53
Page 9
... fight . For truth has fuch a face and fuch a mien , As to be lov'd needs only to be seen . The bloody bear , an independent beast , Unlick'd to form , in groans her hate expreft . Among the timorous kind the quaking hare Profefs'd ...
... fight . For truth has fuch a face and fuch a mien , As to be lov'd needs only to be seen . The bloody bear , an independent beast , Unlick'd to form , in groans her hate expreft . Among the timorous kind the quaking hare Profefs'd ...
Page 10
... fight . O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd , And fearch no farther than thyfelf reveal'd ; But her alone for my director take , Whom thou haft promis'd never to forfake ! My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain defires , My ...
... fight . O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd , And fearch no farther than thyfelf reveal'd ; But her alone for my director take , Whom thou haft promis'd never to forfake ! My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain defires , My ...
Page 11
... fight , and touch , and take , rebel ? Superior faculties are fet afide ; Shall their fubfervient organs be my guide ? Then let the moon ufurp the rule of day , And winking tapers fhew the fun his way ; For what my fenfes can themfelves ...
... fight , and touch , and take , rebel ? Superior faculties are fet afide ; Shall their fubfervient organs be my guide ? Then let the moon ufurp the rule of day , And winking tapers fhew the fun his way ; For what my fenfes can themfelves ...
Page 16
... fight deprive , And magic plants will but in Colchos thrive ; So prefbytery and peftilential zeal Can only flourish in a commonweal . From Celtic woods is chas'd the wolfish crew ; But ah ! fome pity ev'n to brutes is due : Their native ...
... fight deprive , And magic plants will but in Colchos thrive ; So prefbytery and peftilential zeal Can only flourish in a commonweal . From Celtic woods is chas'd the wolfish crew ; But ah ! fome pity ev'n to brutes is due : Their native ...
Page 17
... fight , Orwith increase of feet t ' o'ertake them in their flight : Of easy shape , and pliant every way ; Confeffing still the softness of his clay , And kind as kings upon their coronation - day : With open hands , and with extended ...
... fight , Orwith increase of feet t ' o'ertake them in their flight : Of easy shape , and pliant every way ; Confeffing still the softness of his clay , And kind as kings upon their coronation - day : With open hands , and with extended ...
Contents
169 | |
170 | |
189 | |
192 | |
194 | |
195 | |
196 | |
197 | |
199 | |
200 | |
201 | |
202 | |
203 | |
206 | |
227 | |
228 | |
230 | |
231 | |
233 | |
234 | |
235 | |
237 | |
238 | |
239 | |
240 | |
242 | |
243 | |
Other editions - View all
The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volume 14, Page 2 Samuel Johnson No preview available - 1779 |
Common terms and phrases
ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL againſt AMYNTAS Becauſe beft beſt bleffing bleft blood boaſt breaſt call'd caufe cauſe church cloſe confcience defign'd durft eaſe ev'n facred fafely faid fair faith fame fate fatire fear fects fecure feems feen fenfe fent feven fhall fhould fighing fight fince fing firft firſt foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure fweet grace heaven himſelf Hind honour houſe increaſe intereft juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs lov'd mighty MOMUS moſt Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er never numbers o'er Panther play pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prefent prince PROLOGUE race raiſe reafon reft reſt rhyme rife ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkies ſky ſpace ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou treaſure true twas verfe virtue Whig Whofe wife yourſelves
Popular passages
Page 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Page 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Page 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Page 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Page 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Page 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Page 218 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.